A week passed in the Allheaven Expanse.
Time here did not flow in the same structured rhythm, yet the system's internal clock remained consistent. Seven days since the announcement. Seven days since thousands of hunters stepped into this boundless field in search of subclass awakening.
In those seven days, the initial awe had faded.
What replaced it was something far more familiar.
Conflict.
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On one of the lower-tier floating islands, far beneath the paths where thunder dragons roamed and astral rivers converged, a rainforest stretched across the terrain.
Dense. Humid. Alive.
Towering ancient trees rose toward the sky, their canopies weaving together to form a near-continuous ceiling of green. Vines hung like chains between branches. The air was thick with spiritual energy, but unlike the pure, flowing currents above, here it felt grounded, heavy, almost suffocating.
